“After the Apocalypse” By Dr. Mel Waldman

After the Apocalypse, I split apart

The red-brown earth eats my dissolving thoughts,

into

random atoms

returns to chaos, breathes toxic dust;

swirling

around the Void,

the black sky melts & sheds ancient masks;

shards of my mutilated self scatter in inner space

molten crimson clocks boil & bend & sink into the seething miasma;

in search of raw identity.

the turquoise rivers and oceans vanish.

After the Bomb explodes inside my mind, & the sprawling holocaust burns

the earth & air,

& the skies & seas, & all turns black, except the real world that rushes away

from me,

I am alone,

after the Apocalypse,

terribly

alone


Dr. Mel Waldman is a psychologist, poet, and writer whose stories have appeared in numerous magazines. He recently completed an experimental mystery novel inspired by one of Freud’s case studies and is looking for an agent. He has been inspired for decades by his patients and their heroic stories of trauma and survival.

 


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